The Weight of a Single Point
The *Icarus-7* was a masterpiece of sterile geometry, a white needle floating in the absolute black. I was Arthur, the man who kept the needles clean. My life was measured in the hum of the air scrubbers and the rhythmic click of the magnetic boots on the titanium floors. I didn't mind the silence; in the void, silence is the only thing that doesn't lie to you. The mission was simple: reach the...
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